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Oct 2014
the gray wolf-moon
yellow blood shot eyes
steamy wet fur
howls at night
you wear down
your pray
the sole hier
to your
inherirtance thrown
to become alpha-male
you lead
the pack
every step you take
every move you make
the gray wolf-moon
Written by
Stu Harley
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   Haydn Swan
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